THE BEST POEMS ON LOVE, LIFE & FEELINGS; POEM SUMMARY, BOOK SUMMARY BY VINOD JADHAV

When I watch romantic dramas, I feel its me there Dying for you, Living to love you, Again and again.

Away from home, In the foreign land, Am missing you dear, With all my heart. Just wanted to let you know. Regards : Vinod Jadhav

The late afternoon nap, Which I ceremoniously take, Was the thing When I got this hineaous dream. Dream. A nightmare indeed. It felt so real, For ones I had forgot That I was sleeping. She was crying for help And I was watching measurably, She was shouting with rage And I was sinking in melancholy. For ones I did not win, Though it was a dream. And then I woke up, Panting. Frightened. And praying, Cause I had learned How much she means to me.

Loud noise of the speakers, The shrill voices of crackers; The rush of lots of people, Relatives, pals, acquaintances and the trespassers. It's how a party is arranged, It's how happiness is inaugurated, It's how the riches is shown, It's how strength is exhibited. Maybe a party is only a reason. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

Frustration is the road That starts from your hearts core. It's the plant Sprouting from the minds floor. Seed that formed From the decisions made, And the agony Born from the love and hatred. With all its might It has got the strengths Enough to touch the skies. It can well Help you find the path Or may show the fearful lies. It's here principles matter the post, It's here your manners echo. It's here the childhood stories matter It's where determined ones get flattered. It's where many lose their path It's where many take the right one. Now, tell me, How do you fight frustration? With might or the foresight? With agony or delight? With fear of getting lost or With the hope of reachng new heights? Cause, attitude matters. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

I was passing by his door Towards my rented room On the second floor. It was then a scented breeze Got hold of my attention. I peeped in And there was my friend In a hurry to storm out the place. "Perfume is good," I said, " but a bit excess. " He meekly smiled. I asked, " which brand is it ? " And he said, "I don't know. It is not mine. " I smiled. No one applies excess perfume When its their own. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

Now I've learnt To brighten myself up, To raise myself up, To feel free from agony, And to smile in every situation. I know, its tough to believe, Even tougher it being true. Though I claim To have found the answer, Not that I always knew. It lies in the depth of your heart, For its where the truth dwells. I believe, You have known it long enough, And have just neglected. The strength lies By all its might In actions, A lot stronger than that in thoughts. So, get up now, Start taking small steps And not just sit Pretending to be thinking. Get up and just Be face to face with your problems, Try solving them And you are done. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

As I stood on the pavement Outside the hawkers shop I noticed a fly flying above my boots. A fly, Destined to reach The certain heights. I watched it flying To simply nowhere, With no destinations to reach. Then it landed on my boots, May be there was a dust, Or the fragrant soot. I tapped my feet And again it began Hovering about. I wondered how different is my life From the fly, Flying above my boots; I am hovering above Someone's boots too. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

Yes, its true, Very true. I've worked at 5 jobs, Only in 5 months. A job each month; almost. Sometimes less than the month, Only till the salary date. With each pay check I fill little more sad, Little more hollow, Little more empty. Each time. It's the 6th job Am working at, Wishing it to be the one I'd like to do for the lifetime. It's today I worked for whole day, Forcefully. Not that I wanted to. And am feeling better already. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

It's only the habit that makes me come to you It's only the need that makes me choose you I am not a fool Nor am addicted to you as you think Its the love instead that drags me to you. I'm sure you hate me sometimes; I know you long to meet me sometimes too. Yes it's the same both ways For me and for you Am just the more eager to meet you. Maybe you will fall in love again Maybe you will choose me again It's only the hope that I have; I have nothing else. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com

It's 17 days today I haven't written A single poem; Neither of truth, Desperation, Or my destruction. That's when I found My soul missing from me, Like words, maybe, She too is tired of me. And thus, I decided, To try writing one. The result is infront of thee. Now am feeling better.

Everything changes; Not always so slow, Not always too soon. Yes, change they do. I've changed too, From someone so great (well some guys did consider) To someone forgotten too soon. It happens, Maybe it should. I'll accept it, Yes, I should. And never would I stop Where I've reached. Time has deranged me It'll reward me wih it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I wrote a poem for her. A poem that screamed Of affection for her, And the hidden love. Well, confidently, I asked her To read the poem. She replied some time later That she did; And did not pick up my call The whole night. Now, I just want To delete this incident, And keep moving ahead In old way. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You know what, I need to get away from You; Not that I wish to. But, yes, it seems, I have to. For never can a man accept himself Laughing at each speed break; Why ? Cause someone liked jumping over them. But, that someone is not his girlfriend. For never can a man in love, Afford to speak about someone else; Incessantly. and begin dreaming of her some nights, That sure means, he's losing grip from life. For, you know what, Some bonds when they get strong, Are strong enough To reap you apart. Not that I will regret Facing anything for You. I believe, as it should, I can save some heartache, By going away from you. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I promised her That I won't contact her For three days. Well, it was a thoughtless action. She has switched her cell off in reaction. And am dying to hear The word from her. Well, there has to be a punishment For thoughtlessness. Am serving it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

" Can you read a poem for me? ", she asked. I shook my head. " what kind of poet you are " She asked, " who can't even read a poem ? " I can only laugh at it. "Well", I agreed, "That's who I am. A man with Limits" Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

This seems to be the perfect monent, You are asleep Am seating beside you, Watching you breath Rhythemically, enchantedly, I feel am lucky, I could feel your warmth, Could play with your hair Engulfing me. Time moves on so quick, In moments to follow Rays will shower you. It's then you cuddled me More strongly, Gracefully. They say, 'One perfect moment And your life changes completely.' I do agree. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

What do you need to be happy ? Money, Honour, Power, Or the satisfaction. Well, I'll be sane, We need it all; May be in some fraction. And we, but never achieve the balance Of these four. When the one exceeds, The other is always at par. And thus, the search As a whole, Never really ends. It's an irony, Only the few are happy; The ones Living carefree, Who have become What 'they' wanted to be. While some are just lucky To have a heart That's inclined towards happiness What be the tragedy. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

We were riding on a bike, Me in pillion, And she was pulling accelerator To give me the funtastic ride. "See," she said, "those clouds Look like crawling child." As she said, I could see in her eyes, The obvious smile. It wonders me a lot, How people expect us To be so serious When there is always a child Lurking inside. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Dreams, Dezires and the aspirations, All are there, Withing everyone; Everywhere. There are some Taken by the magic Of realizing dreams. There are some Burning in the fire Of raging dezires. And there are some Chasing restlessly Their vivid aspirations. These are all, I call, The living creatures. Rest all are simply spending moments Untill they reach the ultimate end. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's always the first one; Every time, Every error done Is new one. It's a mere coincidence I have survived so long. Only God knows That I've had enough. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

The photograph I have Has a rose in your hands; Rose, Pink rose, Not a red one signifying of love, Not white either. But pink The proof that you have Me in your heart. And I have planned To stay there Forever, And never be apart. And I know when time comes We will be together again. Cause that's our destiny. Believe me. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I drew a painting, The freelance painting Depicting a healthy goon, And sent it to Her ( well, you know whom ). "Who's there in the jail ?" Well, I thought, it's myself; But I did not tell. And she did not press much For the reply. Maybe she already knew the answer. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Am a common man; Silence is my strength. I don't care about the spotlight attention, Give a damn about your wealth. Well, yes, I care a lot About dignity and respect. I laughed too much last night When you addressed me As a sincere fool; Maybe you thought it's Kool. But I laughed at your audacity (well I told you it's my strength.) And so did your friends. Cause disrespecting me Seemed Kool to you, They found it a nonsense. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Why don't you speak of sense ? Why don't you tell The absolute truth In your defence ? Why do you lie To save your skin ? And why do you add salt To the truth, When something you explain ? Now, don't find it absurd please. But we all are the same; We humans in flesh and blood. We rather chose juicy lie to humble proof. We rather wish to speak intresting things than simple truths. Well, it's a highly human trait, Those who forbade it We call them saints. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's evening time, Light is fading from skies; Am looking at miriad of crows With stary eyes. Crows, crows and crows. Only crows. No sparrows, pigeons or the flamingoes; Only crows have flooded across the sky. I find it an ill omen; I don't know why. And I keep watching the beauty They fly with For quite a time. Well, nothing wrong did happen; Not atleast in the part I belong. With fading lights Vanished the crows And it was a well starry night ahead. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

'N' number of thoughts Are there in my mind, Always there, Running free like unbridled horses, Crossing each other, Raising the cloud of dust, Everywhere. I get lost in this dust, Unable to find my way through. I understand I could try to bridle them well, And may keep them confined Like prisoner in cell. Yet, I keep them free, And struggle to make way for Me. Maybe it's better To struggle in freedom Than to live with comfort in restrictions. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I'll theorize it. There are two things The comfort zone, And the man's aim. And another one is success Which man tries to get. Let me get it very clear; You can't get both my dear. Strive for comfort and aim And keep toilling hard Untill you lose your head. And, yes, am sure You'll complain That life, really, is not fair. And then, for once, only ones Put one feet in uncomfortable zone, And you are bound to realize Where the secret of success lies. You can't aim for two targets With single hit. The sooner you learn it Sooner you'll get it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Me teaching, With a thought that you Are a student. Me writing poems, With a thought that you Are a reader. Me lamenting With a thought that you Are a sympathiser. Me speaking With a thought that you Are but a listener. Err, each time I do that I know am wrong. Cause you too are a creator Of thought, Of trend, Or a philisophy, Or something ingenius than it, Which am not. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Something that affects me Is where I am, In the race of mankind Where do I belong. It affects me is who am looked as, Is whom am treated alike, Whether am poor and feable Or am rich and strong. It almost means, Everything matters to me. Everything; Unless am not hungry. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I am waiting alone Outside the meeting room. I know am going to be evaluated. It's the reason My heart has begun thumping, It's the reason am breathing too deep, It's the reason am seating straight in my seat. It's not the result that scares me, Not even the rejection. Err, what troubles me is the mere fact That am not the boss; Someone is going to evaluate me. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Yes me tell you how smoking helps. Yes I will come to the point Prior to it it Let me explain Why the need to smoke begins. You sit idle have least to do It's then the thought of smoking enters, That when you light the one To kill that time With bit of burning sensation. Yes. It burns deep down there And for one moment You forget on yourself alone And not on anything in world. Yes. You need to think for yourself Sometimes. Atleast for sometimes. And its then, smoking helps. Otherwise, its but the burning sensation; Your lungs hurt, You know you are decaying Slowly, Steadily, Easily. Yes. Decaying helps. It's how you learn You are mortal, And, oh yes! You smoke for you wish to die. It's the truth Hidden in yourself. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

The smoke, Here, there, anywhere; Serves but one thing; Unclarity, To vision, To thought, And the emotion. Unclarity, that triggers fear, Shows you wish to be where; Then returns the rejuvenated fear With hint of clarity; Though with struggle When you move ahead You reach 'there'. It's smoke that lead you there. You might never be sure. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's 21:25, She is seating at the couple's bridge, I guess she is waiting for someone else. At 21:30, She is speaking on her cell-phone, I guess, with that person unknown. It's 21:40, She has settled on pedestrian footpath, Her eyes fixed on the clock. At 21:45, A charming boy approaches her, She gets irritated and looks with disgust. It's 21:50, She is shouting at her cell-phone, Maybe she is hurt by that person unknown. At 21:55, She is bent on her knees, Maybe she's crying with dispair as disguise. Its 22:00, The charming boy returned with Cadburry, She is talking with him, Both of them must have said sorry. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

That one, The guy in tie, Standing upright there Alone yet in group, His head reaching sky, Is a showman With but a humour to please himself in loneliness, The strength to laugh at himself, With dance in his footsteps, And lungs full of air. That guy seating there Infront of desktop, Silently; Not peaking around To receive a smile in response, Is a showman, With but a thought in his head Distinguishing himself From crowded workplace. That kid, Orphan, barefooted, Spending nights on footpath With torn hairs And hunger leading his clan, Is a showman, With but a will to survive these heavy nights, Courage to stare skies these whole nights, Yet waking up each day Thinking to right is his right. Everyone is a showman. Yes. You too my dear. No need to look funky, No need to move with air. Look inside and find yourself, Look deeper if you find it tough. Believe in yourself And you are there. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blog

It's a story am telling you, With no philosophy to explain, Of man, women and the skin That makes us human. It was a crowded place. She was bent, Engrossed, As she typed in her cell phone At her place. I stood opposite to her Stooping downwards. It was then I got a glipse at her clivage; Her clivage Separating two mountains. I looked away. There were ones looking towards me too; 'Am a gentleman afterall.' I said. She was still seating there, And neverthless to explain I took dozen glances at her clivage Before she sat straight. By: Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Why here ? Or why there ? Am asked this question everywhere. Am not always sure As to what reply will please the seeker, And thus I reply,"I don't know. Or that am not so sure." More often than not, Answer pleases them. I get blank smiles in reply. Somehow they find me closer. Maybe, they are like me only. Well, am not so sure. By: Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You know what, Sometimes on internet I do chit-chat, Using chat with strangers app. They ask the first question- 'm or f?' Do not confuse yourself, Its 'male or female ?' for short. When I reply with m, They disconnect. However, when it's not disconnected I guess it's female opposite there For sure. And I keep facing dozens of rejections, In the trade of attraction. Every time. And each time I decide That it's going to be my last time there On chat with strangers app. Alas! I keep going online there. Everyday. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Honestly, it was too big a world For me; With hords of pals, Aquaintances and Relations. A lots of them. It has been quite a while Am down the opposite side; Alone, Silent, Gloomy still smiling. The world shrank so quickly, Suddenly. So quick with ease It feels almost an illusion. Honestly, I hate being here. The truth is It gets worse. Thus, with each passing second What am reaching for is Lots of melancholy silence. Well, I heard we start liking things Once we get familiar with them. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Floating up above the rest I feel am only a spirit; Selfless; Bodyless; Waitless; Put into living along with a body Elegant, Fit, And well kept. And sure I wish To inhibit it With ease, With gulp of boose, With air of smoke, With rhythm of every stroke. They call me drunk; Sometimes a fool, Sometimes scoundrel, Sometimes heavenly cool. I care none Neither praise, Neither abuse, Nor the love. All I care is To float above the rest With gulp of boose, With air of smoke, With rhythm of every stroke. And I keep living Surviving with my body, Happily; Untouched by the contagious world. Am exhisting; It sure matters. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I turned out to be a fool; Fool in the white wool. For, I wore the white wool; Fragile, delicate, and hot, Of education and the sophistication When all that would have mattered Was to walk out with bare skin, To have felt some chill, And to have cooled my spirit Down to the core. I don't resent the decision. I stayed warm in chilling cool. And what is more When I hug them They start loving me Who hated me before. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Let me think, What is mans basic instinct ? To begin with, I thought It is hunger. And the greed, Or, may be, man is always in need ? I've pondered long over it, Have given long thought, And this what I have got. Man posses none but fear, Of being weak, Of being alone, And losing their dear. It is fear, humbly fear my dear, That gave birth to need, Invention, and the greed; And it too is there At the core of love, Comradeship and faith. Honestly, it is fear that made People to conquer lands And to be great. It's fear, yes sir, That you are cultured And seem to worship Him, But, beware my beloved one, He is created by your basic instinct. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Just tell me something, Anything, Of importance or of none, Just open your lips I'll listen. You might be friendly, Or, very fairly rude too; You may praise me Or, very cruelly abuse me too. Just open your lips And let me listen you speak. Love, comradeship or wrath Anything will do. I was mistaken, I agree; Your silence was enough A torture to me. Now please, open your lips Am sure you know I love you honey. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com " -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I own a bike; A faulty piece of work indeed, Falling short of something After running every mile. Yet, heavily I invest in it. Yes, it's the matter of prestige To own it; For, all my friends have got one. well, it's the game of dezires; I love to play it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Some believe there is God Distinct for each sect, For each Caste and the religion. Some believe in the One. Humbly, I believe in none; For all I see that run the world are but the forces Of attraction And the repulsion. For it's attraction itself That man created Him, Distinctly, Personally sometimes; And He, does not care for a dime, Force( which is He himself) is manifested through them. That's all the mystery Surrounding Him, That's all He is; Only the force Of attraction And that of repulsion. Nothing else is true. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There down the lane Strolls a beautiful girl each night With dashing smile, watry eyes, Round hips, and firm thighs; Who when walks is seen by thousand eyes. All she does for hours Is to talk over cellphone, We presume, to some far away guy, And she walks with style, And flaunts her curly brown hairs, She is never shy. And, boys; Boys are boys all the same, We take cellphones And talk with our far away girlfriends, Keeping and eye on the beauty Strolling down the lane. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

She said, " all you love in me Is my body. Then where is love ? How is it lost And did not last for the lifetime. Where is the respect You used to show initially, I gather, it drained out with our juices And we have turned naked emotionally. It it this worship of body They call love, When its only a lust in purity ?" "I do not know", I said, "am blank, unaware Of the scholarly content. All I know is It was your delicate body, The one holding elegant heart within, That drowned me deeper in love Each time I slept with you. Now, I don't believe it's but lust For I only found myself When I was lost in you." Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

When it comes to charity They quote tree; They say all that it does Is to give away fruits, Flowers, shade and the frangrance All for free. Well, it's but a poetic invention, I disagree. For I have never seen A giver bigger than man itself, Of love, compassion And then himself; Sometimes for his country, Sometimes for love Sometimes for family. Well, I never believe Trees give away anything for free, Intentionally. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

He, my very best friendm said, 'Stop making that stupid face.' I just let the dialogue sink in With no protest. That's what makes him my friend Afterall, My stupid face; And he knows when I make it. That's why he is my friend, Cause no one cares to express That I seem stupid When I try hard to look good. That's what makes him special That's what binds us together. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's 11:17 PM, And am wondering Can I wtihstand the whiskey within. I have had enough, Quite much to hold My palm in check. And still, am feeling another drink. I guess, I will have couple of them more. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There are first goodbyes, And there are last goodbyes. Both goodbyes are dangerous; Both goodbyes hurt. The first goodbye hurts like hell, Leads you to lose happiness; You grow weaker With the memories of past, And the deathly loneliness. But the last goodbye stinks As it shrinks into your veins; Slowly. Steadily. And as time passes Simply the thought of The last goodbye Burns deep into your rib cage, Killing you daily At steady rate. You better forbid yourself. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Today, yes only today, I noticed, There's a straircase With ten or maybe, twelve steps, Running up the corridor to my place Beside the raillings curled like snakes. I sure did notice I held the left railling each time. But never have climbed Those ten or twelve steps Without gripping the support; firm and fine. I aim to climb the Everest, Err, I seek support to climb stairs. Am not feable am sure. Maybe to seek help Flows in human blood. I guess. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

once I leave somebody; never remember them. And who are you caring of me. You are nothing for me Neither my family member Nor my husband. You are the one who left me In midway to walk alone Without caring of me ; Knowing the all bad things around. Remember one thing, Am not your love Nor you my love. i don't believe on love because i know it does not exist. Whatever happened in past That was to quench our needs, Nothing more than it. i remember your last words, Now I have understood How world change s their words; If they need the girl They express philosophy Like "behind every successful man There is a women." And after they fulfill their needs They proclaim "to become a successful man Do not follow women." While falling in love they convince 'Some people don't know how to live in present they fear Of the future and can't live in present.' When breaking up they tell 'I am thinking about your f

No, am not there in the void Of laptop and mine. Am here, far far away Am not hidden Behind screen space. AM HERE, CROUCHED IN MY BED, Doing nothing but feeling The futility of moment. I know you are not around I don't listen you speak I hear no sound. It's but a lie We both make ourselves believe, And deep there down in our minds We know, We are simply fooling around. Honestly, it's waste of time. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Am little rust down, I have got no word to speak out, Nor do I have an ear to listen Nor an eye to see flowers sprout. It has a limit, It's good if it's steadily bound. Limit's, that's what make man worth Else he is like grey hound. Thus, it followed I did not arue All the anger I swallowed, And am left with but a throbbing brain I can't cure. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

One day everything turns wrong, You may trust anyone One day he'll be gone, And you will stay behind Proclaiming the truth We all are the same; alone. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::::: A ::::: How to kill empty time Can you suggest me please, I feel am lost With nothing to do but ponder On my recent faillure And the future I feel drowning with every moment ? Can you tell me please, I else to think of Or something better to do Than to accuse myself of faillures Or to kill my spirit ? Can you tell me please, How not to feel am done living, And that nothing is going to change now Am old enough not to try something ? ::::: B ::::: Well pal, I can tell, How you feel this moment. I guess, am not too smart To suggest you a change; Humbly, Let me espress. Why not take a moments break And ponder on others Less fortunate Less of limbs, eyes or senses. Or, why not take a look at yourself In a open light And not into the mirror in your shelf. I feel you'll see It's no use to feel apathy, But it's the hard time That you get up and set On the first opportunity you get. And not wait for the corect job Or the cor

Once there was a time We were great friends; Talking whole days, Running on naughty errands, Sharing every secret. Now it's gone For I have lost my charm, And am left with is What you call the useless talks I feel it does you harm. And here I am Pulling myself from you at arms length, And you did not protest. I hope to find now the new pal To endure my talk, To stroll with me down the walk, And to take my secrets. That's all I expect from you My dear friend. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Yes I agree, We have got a heart And also a body. The heart- not merely an organ To pump out blood But to feel the emotion. And the body, God, I feel, has only carnial dezires; And thats the reason We chase somebody. Well, am alone now, Nobody left to touch and feel it's body. It does not sting much, Yes, the carnial needs Are changed in emotional tragedy. All I hope for is a peer to talk With an ear to listen me speak. Carnial dezire may stay unquenched, Peace is necessary. That's how I happen to talk to you. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There are 'couple points' in parks, If you know what I mean by that, I go to such points Sit there alone, With all those 'couples' Experimenting with endearments All around me; I feel jealous of them. But I never dare diaturb Them in their act, Offcourse, love is a God's form. And so I sit between them, The 'couples' And wish for a moment to live like them Like a 'couple' Showing endearment at 'couple points' in parks. Hope the day happens soon. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I felt empty inside; It must be empty then. And sitting at the empty bus station I looked across the immense plane. Honestly, nothing was happening there, In the endless sky Neither was there a single cloud Nor I saw a bird fly. And I sat gazing perhaps at nothing, And sat there long enough to get lost; Without feeling a heartbit Without any thought. And then happened the miracle, I could feel air filling up my lungs, Heart pumping fluid out And thoughts forming in my nerves. Perhaps thats what pain can lead you, And make you find yourself In a new light of truth; My foe who hurt me thanks to you. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I want you to understand, Yes I do. I wish you follow each word of mine Every emotion; And feel with me the pleasures and pains too Through words written. And yes, it matters to me, It really does. Your love and appreciation And sometimes the critical acclaimation; It just makes me feel alive Somewhere too far In your hearts. Honestly, it's not the only reason I pen down the emotions, For often I have faced rejection And one more does not seem to hurt much, And so I express Solemnly for expression And least for appreciation, For I have found these words have healed A load of wounds, And I wish to be the reason you smiled sometimes, It makes me proud. That's all in it. Nothing else matters. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I feel am drained of love, Not an ounce of it flowing in my blood, For I seldom feel The words of endearment I whisper. It seems my affinity to love Is lost in the creak of time, For I fail to register in me The need to smile. And I walk the paths With the soul sunk in slumber And worn out corpse In the silence of thoughts. I wish there should be a way out Of the emotional trauma, Perhaps I need to feel awe, Or may be some drama. So, am sailling out my door, Dragging my soul with lifeless palms, In the search of rejuvenated smiles and cries, I wish I don't return empty hand. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's bursting out, I feel am going to vomit Out my brain, And breath in silently for a moment. I feel like am thrown-in garbage Disposed in closed can, Where not a ray penetrates And smile is a ban. And I struggle to breath, To survive with all my wits With the dispossesed soul in me Searching for moments life. Maybe I can abandone The world I have formed, And vanish behind the shades of unanamousity, Hell, am responsible ! I can't. And thus, I live everyday With no soul in me anymore To torment me in the slavery of love, And I keep on breathing with no hope. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Lonely in the megacity For me, Is a pleasure to be, With nothing but honks, And Sirens, and shouts to accompany. Somehow the sound of traffic Seems to ease the essence Of feeling lost, And offcourse of loneliness. Am sure you are tough to forget, But am a determined fool I shall sit at the traffic square And put my ear to Honks, and sirens and shouts. I hope it works this time. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

A feeling sometimes reaches The tip of my tongue, Err, I find no one around, Pleased to listen. And so I pick up the pen, Make the tips of my palm Do some talking, It's so happy, pleasant listening, And I smile as it's done. And feel it's really cool To be alone but with paper and pen. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You may not know What it means To be alone with everybody. Well am too good at it. I had been alone Am alone again, What a tragedy. And now I laugh and laugh too much Intentionally, And never feel happy Never complete but with a hollow creek Built inside me. I gather it was not too tough To be happy; May be I did not chose to be. Once I used to like Being not seen crying, And, see the tragedy, No one cares for me. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

In my brothers house His wife blamed, 'You too are same like your brother, Both liars, blackhearted scoundrels.' And I exclaimed, 'Well, I guess you are mistaken, But if you insist on your point, May be you are right, But I can't help.' She went on throwing onto me Complaint after complaint Of my beloved brother. Honestly, I knew he is a scoudrel. I listened, Untill the last word she spoke And turned my back to her And reached my home. Well, I knew, I could have argued, But she needed ventilation From her frustrated relation. Thus, I listened, listened and only listened And not protested in my support. Only vanity, I believe, and not the reward of crown, Can make man do such a thing. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Life is full of trifles, Sometimes though they break ur heart, It's then I really feel The need to be sad. Err, I don't really know how to be sad, I try and try a lot unless I get mad, At myself, and the predicament Life has put me at. I do never sit with a bowed head And eyes full of tears With the sorrow hidden deep in heart, Yes! To be sad, am utterly at loss. Then, with empty head, For I often stop thinking Situations like these, I take a pen and pad And put feeling out through hand, And Gosh! Before am done writing I often tend to forget What I wanted to be sad for. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I think am lost; May be am right, For seldom I sleep but stare into nothingness In the empty night. I do not remember the old days, Neither her caresses nor her smiles, But chose to walk below the naked sun On hollow days for miles and miles. And life goes on as such without her; Slow, silent, gloomy and buried in dark, And I keep pretending to be living, But I know for sure life for me lies in past, And I can't go back. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Sometimes am confused, Whether I've just thought something Or have I spoken it out; But am never able to notice I really think so loud. I don't fear mortals And ghosts never could freak me out, And I've began to feel am unshakable, For am never shy And am always so proud. Days pass-by so quick, As does winds move, I try to change my ways too Never for myself But for those who love me And are called fools. Yes, I agree strength is worshipped But it's loathsome too; Pride is a thing for man But to love someone You need to learn to bow And to be brittle sometimes. And better pretend to fear like everyone else. Offcourse, thats if you love someone. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You might have starved sometime, Well I had been too, But neither did it hurt much As overfeeding did do. You might have been ignored, Well I had been too, But it didn't really hurt much As did overlove do. To love is a joy, And to be loved is divine; But yes, sweetness too be in limits, Otherwise, if none, it's fine. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It has been a long time am alone, And not a single drop is shed. I am cool, am happy As long as I avoid going to bed. In a moment of truth, let me confess, Am frightened to death in childish nightmare, And feel her sleeping beside me And nights pass without shutting the eyelid. Its no use to live without love; But to lose love is worse, Yes, I admit, to forget is divine; But to go on living is worst, Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I dont know what to do, To chose love or responsibility ? And I know well I can hold only one of them, And have to leave one Like a sparrow leaves her chicks Sensing their capability. I know too I won't be happy. I feel, am caught By the rules I dont understand, I bow my head and chose responsibility. I hope love does not fade away from me. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Sometimes I feel am like balloon full of air. Always inflated. Always in fear. And when I see around me Those settled hard on the floor I feel afraid even more. Its too risky you see To live along with them Being me. And thus i keep my attitude in check, Err i fell. Then as I walk on the ground I see needles and pricking thorns Staring at me wearing gloomy aprons, And I, but refrain from walking around them; Though risky, I beging flying again, For me its a safe heaven. Afterall, am like a balloon full of air I chose to burst in my dare, But all shall look at me with surprised stares. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Its a day I broke up, Its the day I cried at bus stop, Its the day I went back where we sat, Its a day I found the wrapper of last chocklate we had, Its a day I collected but a garbage in pocket, Its a day I learnt that I truly loved her, And its a day she truly bade farewell. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

For those who believe That never does love wear out, Allow me to tell you That it really does, and how. For love is but an emotion Born inside human brain, And like everything thats born It too ends. Just make her feel That the thing she took for love Is but a sex-appeal; That she loved but a dress Which she had put on you; For when you'll annoy her This dress will not suit. And if my beloved pal, Now please pay ear to what I've got, She still loves you the same, That infers you've met the true love; Never leave her behind, Take your step back. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You may complain That I did not speak To you last night, I will listen to your every word Honestly, I won't fight back, But I can never let you know Why I did what I did so. For I felt rejected In one moment, And I just could not stand And pretend a smile, That Am but fine. For I can't stand your holding someones hand; You are mine. For I can't really let you know That my heart heaved For a long while When I felt so; And I just let the night pass Staring at the ceiling in dark Telling myself a hundred times or so, "I know she will not go." By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It was two hours prior I called onto her number, It rang and rang for a minute And none did answer. I thought,"Thank God, She would call me back, She has got my number saved." It was two hours and more But she did not reply, And I thought its better If ones more I try. "Oh sorry sweetheart," she replied "I was just going to call Err I got busy with a movie." "Oh, sorry...enjoyy your show" I said and hung off. And I fell silent, Like my cellphone, For soon the truth dawned upon, That I had an illusion Of being important. I deleted that useless number. May God save me from those Lacking humbleness to call back. Thanks to the missed call. By-Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

(to- Rajesh Jadhav) You remind me of winters day Calm, smooth and gay, With a peace in your eyes That seems to have dawned From the spring in paradise; Swiftly chilling the bones In your full glory; Rising slow yet in full grace, Silent like a breeze In vivid dress. And yet have in you the fire of determination, The strength of bull hidden in your stride, And flowing like river the savage pride. No wonder winters day reminds me of you. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Can I possibly tell you my dear, That my love for you is eternal. I fear you will wonder that it was but a lie For so soon I'll die. I wish I have thy palm in my palm When seraphs descend In that fateful moment To take me away from you. I wish those seraphs too Will envy the love between me and you. But I shall die, Only to leave behind my palm In thy palms. And to return to a safe heaven In thy heart. For thats where I wish to live Eternally. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "